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Lee Konitz<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n [vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”1061″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center” css_animation=”top-to-bottom”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1\/2″][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n

It was in the early 1960’s, I was new to New York City, and I had discovered The Village Voice, which was new also, \u00a0and through it had found a cheap ratty apartment on the lower east side. 6th Street, between avenue C and Avenue D. Later known as alphabet city.<\/h3>\n

I saw an ad in the Voice for musical instruction, Lee Konitz! I had bought a Saxophone while in the army but had not done anything with it. I called Lee and asked if he took beginners. He said yeas and we arranged to meet.<\/p>\n

I took lessons for less than a year, i think, never practiced and never learned how to play. But i got a glimpse of what it took to be a musician, and what it took to be a musician of that caliber.<\/p>\n

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Lee was famous for never playing cliches and for me his remarkable melodic invention. But I just didn’t have the passion for music that I later had for photography. You have to love practicing. I learned that it takes a lot to develop the physical ability to play 6 hours a night, for example. I learned from Lee an attitude about being creative. He has played the same tunes for 60 years and still finds new figures that amaze me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

All of his career he has been “avant garde”, exploring new ways of doing things but still able to find new and moving figures \u00a0while playing a blues and standards.<\/p>\n

So a respect for your craft, a respect for the masters of the craft, being open to having new ideas and an attitude that i felt that the picture is always there. If I am in touch with what is in front of me, how I feel about it, and with ample technical ability, I should be able to get the picture.<\/p>\n

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